NovelFastChapter 922
In the dead of night, the hospital corridors were eerily quiet, with only a lone nurse at the front desk fighting a
losing battle against sleep.
Suddenly, the surveillance monitors flickered red, signaling a loose connection.
A man in a lab coat, his face obscured by a mask, darted past the front desk towards Mrs. Jones's room with the
urgency of a shadow.
He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was in sight, before silently slipping into the room.
The figure in the bed was curled up on their side, seemingly in a deep slumber.
The man crept closer, drawing a dagger from his sleeve. He raised his arm high, ready to plunge the blade into
the unsuspecting victim!
But in a heartbeat, his vision went dark-
The person in bed had suddenly sprung up, throwing the blanket over his head!
Panicked, the man flailed with the knife, slicing and stabbing at the fabric. When he finally tore the blanket away,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthe was met with the cold steel of a gun barrel aimed right at his forehead.
"Don't move, unless you fancy a bullet in your brain," ca voice from the darkness.
Elvis's eyes, sharp and piercing in the gloom, twinkled with a mischievous smirk that was as chilling as it was
captivating.
The door burst open-
Jason and Gordon led a team into the room, quickly surrounding the intruder.
"Mr. Avery, are you alright?" Jason asked, concern lacing his voice.
"Ha, | didn't even have to lift a finger. A blanket was all it took to handle this amateur," Elvis quipped, effortlessly
taking the dagger from the man's grasp. "Buddy, you really think you can play hitman with those skills? Better
luck next life."
The words sent a shiver down the man's spine.
Pale as a ghost, his legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees before Mr. Avery.
"Talk."
Elvis glared down at him, pressing the gun slightly against his head. "Your boss- who is he? Spill, and at worst
you're looking at attempted murder, maybe twenty years tops. Keep quiet, and | can't promise you'll walk out of
here in one piece." "I... I've only ever talked to him over the phone, never met him in person!" the man
stammered, drenched in sweat. "But | have his number! We've texted, and just two days ago, he wired a million
to my account, promising another million if I pulled it off! We even spoke on the phone half an hour ago!"
Furious, Gordon stepped forward, retrieving a phone from the man and handing it to Elvis.
"Take him to the station. I'll crack this phone."
Jason nodded solemnly. "We appreciate this, Mr. Avery."
As the man was silently escorted away, the room returned to its previous stillness, as if the tumultuous events
had never occurred.
Having helped Evadne, Elvis couldn't shake the heavy feeling in his chest, as if a great weight was pressing down
on him, hinting at looming troubles.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket, mirroring the tremors in his heart.
Lowering his gaze, Elvis opened the message, and his eyes narrowed a sharp pain pierced his heart as Elsie's
brief words, both cryptic and foreboding, blurred before his eyes, almost causing him to drop the phone.
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLHI0RAO&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
word
word
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWLHI0RAO&1
mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1
mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1
mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
